Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.